MR. WILLIS    

Mr Willis has got two sons
They can't play with action men, they can't play with guns
They can't watch Grange Hill on the telly
If they do then he'll get heavy

Mr Willis is proud of his daughter
She plays the violin and the recorder
Tired of spending years being told what to do
Now she's sixteen she's into sniffing glue

He always wears his brown suit on a Sunday afternoon
And his baggy green tracksuit on every other day of the week
He always wears his brown suit on a Sunday afternoon
And his baggy green tracksuit on every other day of the week

Mr Willis loves his wife
She looks like a Jehovahs Witness
She sells the Watchtower at your door
She never gives money to the poor

Mr Willis came from Plymouth
And now he lives in Bognor Regis
He may run around on the football field
But he lacks the skill of Cyrille Regis

He always wears his brown suit on a Sunday afternoon
And his baggy green tracksuit on every other day of the week
He always wears his brown suit on a Sunday afternoon
And his baggy green tracksuit on every other day of the week